BARCELONA RAIN

Rain-aromas carry

memories of better days:

thieves melt into darkness,

the destitute disappear

to practise illicit trades

down narrow Gothic alleys

but we linger endlessly

in desecrated neighbourhoods

with the shallow optimism

of shining architecture.

 

At dawn we scan horizons,

shake droplets from hair

surrender our past,

dodge disco tourists

spilling across the square

glitzed up with gin and roses

as night shades into day -

we just watch it all,

relieved to have each other.

 

The Eunoia Review, January 2020 Editor Ian Chung.